Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

"Sister Qingqing, I'm lucky to have you...I haven't even eaten breakfast. My mother-in-law keeps looking at me like a prisoner. I don't even dare to move."

Jiajia devoured it. Although she still wanted to maintain the dignity of the female artist, the hunger in her belly made her unable to care about it.

Leng Qingqing showed a thoughtful look: "Is everyone like this?"

I don’t know if it’s the show’s effect, or if these mothers-in-law and father-in-law really have bad tempers.

According to common sense, one should not show such dislike to strangers whom they have never met, unless the program team has reached some consensus with them.

His cold eyes fell on the director a few steps away.

The director was sitting on the folding chair he brought with him, leaning his back against the back of the chair in a very comfortable posture. He put one foot on the stone in front of him. There was a staff member squatting on the ground next to him, bending down to wipe the dust on the director's boots with a wet wipe.

The other female guests obviously saw it too, so after they looked away, their expressions were a little dull.

You will suspect that you have entered some underworld by mistake.

But now, what worries the female guests even more than [the director team is so black and seductive] is - [the mothers-in-law seem to be cannibals].

After the female guests finished complaining, they all turned their attention to Leng Qingqing, who had been silent.

Jiajia asked: "Sister Qingqing, is your mother-in-law okay with you?"

Zhou Meng: "After all, Qingqing still has eggs to eat, and it's pretty good that she can share so much with us. I can't save myself when I cross the river, and I still have time to worry about others, so take care of yourself first. .”

After wolfing down the two eggs, Zhou Meng's stomach finally stopped growling, and he finally had the energy to think about what to do next.

It's just that there is inevitably some dissatisfaction in my heart. Everyone has the same status, so why did Leng Qingqing be assigned to such a good family.

Leng Qingqing kept smiling. She listened quietly without interrupting anyone.

Hearing Zhou Meng's somewhat sour speech, he smiled slightly and said, "Yes, my mother-in-law is very nice. Do you have any misunderstandings about your mother-in-law?"

As he spoke, his eyes flickered past the director who was looking at his new boots.

The bald director looked serious: "..."

It's hard to comment on Leng Qingqing's words.

If Zhang Aihua were standing here right now, there is no guarantee that she would not be so angry that she would vomit blood.

After exchanging information with each other, no useful conclusions were drawn. The female guests had no choice but to return to their homes in despair and meet again the next day.

However, when the other three female guests returned home, they found that their luggage had been turned over, without exception. Angry looks appeared on their faces.

Some guests confronted their mother-in-law, some chose to pack their suitcases silently, and some asked the program crew for explanations.

Leng Qingqing has never experienced such a situation, because her suitcase is an encrypted suitcase and cannot be opened unless the correct password is entered or it is crushed by something heavy.

The suitcase did show signs of being stoned and locked.

Standing at the door quietly, he reached out and touched the combination lock on the suitcase. The powder of the stone was clearly embedded in the groove of the lock. After the murderer committed the crime, he didn't even clean up the traces. How rampant is this?

In addition to this, she also found a plastic duffel bag in the room that did not belong to her. To be precise, it was a huge flower-green plastic bag, tattered and majestically thrown on the ground, like the kind carried by migrant workers on the Spring Festival train home for the New Year to hold quilts.

This duffel bag seems to have been used for many years and is a little too dirty. Standing in the room, you can even smell a rancid smell, mixed with the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke, which is very disgusting.

Leng Qingqing pinched her nose, put on her gloves, and threw the duffel bag that appeared out of nowhere a few meters away.

"What are you doing!"

This scene happened to be seen by Zhang Aihua's husband, Old Man Li, who was driven back.

The water he brought was not enough to be shared among the workers, so Old Man Li came home to get water and use a millstone to grind the guy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw his new wife from the city throwing things out of the house. Prodigal!

Taking a closer look, isn’t that the duffel bag of my son Li Qiang?

Leng Qingqing didn't see him sneaking around at the door, so he threw away his things, went in, and closed the door with a bang.

When Old Man Li saw that face, he subconsciously touched the bag on his head. He knocked it in the morning and it still hurt.

He looked around the yard. Although he didn't see his son, he knew that his son must be back.

Just a second after the door was closed quietly, Li Qiang walked out of the bathroom holding his loose belt.

Old Man Li hurriedly went up to him, handed over the things in his hands, and whispered: "Is this your thing? Why do you put it in that woman's room?"

Li Qiang pulled his tattered garbage bag back and said suspiciously: "Why is my salute outside? Dad, did you throw it for me?"

When he found that the salute had been thrown away, he first suspected his biological father. Okay, this is very Li Qiang.

This is an injustice to Old Man Li, "I'm your biological father, why should I throw things away from you!"

Then, under Li Qiang's questioning, he moved toward the side room, pursed his lips, and said a little sourly: "It was your wife who threw it away, not me. How could I be so capable?"

"My wife?" Li Qiang's eyes lit up.

For Li Qiang, who has been single for more than 30 years and is about to turn 40, this title is undoubtedly a very novel experience.

Especially when he thought that his mother said that this woman was very beautiful.

Li Qiang's dark, fleshy face couldn't help but reveal a silly smile.

In the previous phone call, Zhang Aihua specifically warned him, saying that it was the program director’s order——

"Just think of her as your wife, she is your wife! When it's time to hit, when it's time to scold, the director said, the more realistic the acting, the more 'performance fees' we will be given!"

"This time, a total of four actors came to our village. The director said that they are all acting. We must fully cooperate. Do you understand, son?"

Li Qiang frowned, said 'oh', and said in a rough voice: "I know, Mom."

He paused and thought about it.

He still had to clear his name to prevent people from being filmed thinking that he, Li Qiang, was a man who liked to hit women.

Li Qiang said seriously: "As long as she is obedient, I will not beat her. Only women who are disobedient deserve to be beaten."

Therefore, he clearly saw a woman's luggage placed in a side room, and deliberately dropped his own luggage bag on the ground just to disgust people.